AUTUMN GOBLINS
Gloomy, dampened nights,
Ushers of my sorrow,
Dim, malignant lights
Mourn for never morrow…
Black ravens hastily bloomed
Onto my heart’s estate,
Desires softly tombed ,
Premise deep desolate.
Autumn – a winged odour,
Caresses my dreams dallied,
Recurrent yellow murder,
It’s me, or autumn pallid ?
The Queen of Hearts I draw
Decisions in love valley,
Losing two Knaves I saw,
The third, fantastically
Embodies autumn’s dare:
Mere wealth or dying leaves ?
Not to abide I swear
Dream knaves – my soul’s goblins….